Spiral Colours Novels & Stories

“My friend Greyson has ‘the sight’ and used it on your sleeping sister. He saw magic being drawn from her to a pool in a nearby cave that was full of crystals that were mostly black with a variety of colours swirling within them. Red causes pain, and blue mind control. I don’t know what the other colours do. But there is green, orange, purple…” The woman holds up a hand to stop her, she was glaring daggers at Celine, “You believe that?” Celine raises an eyebrow,

She had seen too much in recent days death, betrayal, transformation but her resolve never wavered. Callen sat nearby, shoulders hunched. She looked different now. Her possession by the Spiral had left a mark not just physical, but in the way she moved, like she’d aged a decade in a single night. “The Spiral isn’t dead,” Callen said, her voice soft but sure. “It’s only retreated.” John didn’t look away from the runes. “Then we end it before it reforms.” Callen nodded slowly. “You can’t destroy the Spiral, you can only rewrite what feeds it, what's bound to the crown, finish what was started and change the meaning of it.”

It was just not possible. Even being mated to another species was extremely rare. Witches were mated to witches and werewolves were mated with werewolves or lycans. "What colour is it?" Xynathius asked, his arm now elegantly draped along my back and waist as he pulled me to his taut body. "Rainbow coloured, green, purple, blue, red and orange are the most prominent colours and right now she is glowing in the shades of orange, green and blue. It's mesmerising to watch, tell me about your ancestry."